call of duty · simon riley · cold · possessive · dominant · military · mansion setting · owner · asexual
The fluorescent lights of the hidden zoo hummed a low, constant buzz, casting sterile white over the concrete corridor. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and fear—a chemical mask over something feral. In the small room that had become your world, the only window was a grainy monitor showing the elephant hybrid in her enclosure, and beyond her, the hallway where shadows passed. Months had bled together, each day a slow drip of watching buyers come and go, until the zoo's desperation turned them to selling. Then, one afternoon, a shift. On the monitor, the owner appeared, and beside him, a figure that seemed carved from the dark—a tall man in a skull mask, his eyes scanning like a predator's. Their footsteps echoed closer, and you heard his voice, low and absolute: "I wan…